NOVEL NEXT Chapter 7
He Yu naturally knew about the mountain called He Mountain.
It could be said that there was no one in the world who was more familiar with He Mountain than her.
“This mountain is the blessing of our Xiushui Village. According to the elders in the village, during the years of famine, the villagers were able to survive because of it. In the past few years, Meng Hulou and I often went up the mountain to catch wild chickens and rabbits to eat.”
Zhou Ke was full of spirit as he spoke, as if reminiscing about the joyful days of his youth.
“Oh, Meng Hulou is the guy in front, who can’t even say a word for half a day. If it wasn’t for me growing up with him since childhood, I would really doubt if he’s mute.”
He Yu looked at the lush green mountain in the distance, feeling a sense of belonging deep in her heart.
Seeing her staring straight at He Mountain, those bright eyes were so bright that people dared not look directly at them.
Zhou Ke was about to ask her if she wanted to go, but He Yu withdrew her gaze.
Zhou Ke, carefree, asked, “He Yu, how old are you?”
He was straightforward, unlike Meng Hulou, who always kept things to himself. If he had something to say, he would say it. His emotions were written all over his face, and he couldn’t hide any thoughts.
He thought about how for over twenty years, he had lived a clean life, and now, at the age to marry, he met such a compatible girl. This was simply heaven’s arrangement.
With thick skin like his, in matters of courtship, the man had to take the initiative.
He Yu: “Twenty-four.”
She had just come here that year when she came of age, which, in human years, was eighteen. Time passed quickly, and now her little brat was five years old.
Zhou Ke secretly rejoiced; he was twenty-seven, which was perfect.
“What a coincidence, I’m three years older than you. What’s your relationship with Doctor Xun?” He asked tentatively.
He Yu furrowed her brows slightly, not wanting to continue chatting with him.
Just as she was thinking about how to deal with it, the silent man in front turned around, his voice firm: “Zhou Ke, they are guests.”
Zhou Ke saw the warning in his friend’s eyes and clicked his tongue, “I’m just afraid the guests will get bored and want to chat. What do you know!”
If he continued to be so boring, he might never find a wife in this lifetime.
Although he was unwilling, Zhou Ke still restrained his curiosity and earnestly helped with the transportation of herbs.
There was a distance from the dam to the village chief’s house, and there was almost no shade on the way.
Tang Jingsong silently put the herbs in the car and inadvertently saw the sweat on He Yu’s fair forehead. He took the herbs from Xiao Liu’s hand and said in a tone that brooked no denial, “You guys take a rest.”
Zhou Ke chimed in, “That’s right, Xiaoyuan, take Sister He Yu and this little brother to rest in the house. It’s too hot outside.”
“It’s okay, we can go back one more time and finish moving.” Xiao Liu was used to doing rough work and didn’t feel comfortable idling, “Sister He Yu, you go rest.”
Xiao Liu was two years younger than He Yu, not very tall, and looked honest and spirited, a sturdy young man.
Xiaoyuan was Tang Jian’s youngest daughter, thirteen years old this year. There was also a lively little boy beside her, Tang Jian’s grandson, who seemed a little shy and hid behind his little aunt.
He Yu thought about the number of bags of hemp left on the dam, and indeed, she didn’t need to go back herself. She walked to the shade of the courtyard gate, next to Xiaoyuan and the little boy.
When the three men left, Tang Yuan shyly smiled at He Yu, “Sister, I’ll take you inside. We have a fan at home.”
She was specifically left at the door to watch, as the women in the house were busy preparing lunch and had no time to greet the guests.
This sister was so pretty, her every move was so good, and she even smelled nice.
Tang Yuan instantly thought of the rose plant her English teacher kept in the office. The pot was white porcelain, and the branches and leaves grew rampantly. Every time she went to turn in her homework, she could see it on the balcony, bathed in golden sunlight.
Especially when it was blooming, it emitted a faint fragrance.
One time, she accidentally broke a branch, and her English teacher didn’t get angry; instead, she gave her the blooming rose flower.
Later, the rose slowly withered, and she pressed it between the pages of her book.
He Yu took out a handful of plums from her bag and gave them to the two of them, “I won’t go in; you guys can eat these. Remember to wash them before you eat.”
The plums were put in by her in the morning, thinking of giving them to her little brat at the clinic.
Tang Yuan thanked her embarrassedly, “Thank you, sister.”
The little boy looked at the plums in his hand. He remembered his family telling him not to eat things given by strangers. He thought he was whispering, “Auntie, can we eat this?”
He was hungry.
Tang Yuan blushed, bowed her head and taught her nephew, “Quickly thank Auntie.”
The little boy blinked, obediently saying, “Thank you, Auntie.”
He Yu remembered her little brat who was about the same height, not knowing what he was doing now, and her expression softened a bit, “You’re welcome.”
If there was a chance, she wanted to bring her little brat to Xiushui Village and see her former home—He Mountain.
As the group walked back, Tang Yuan and the little boy walked in front, while Zhou Ke followed behind.
Suddenly, he hesitantly said, “He Yu, will you come to Xiushui Village again?”
Xiushui Village was one of the farthest villages from the county town. It wasn’t easy to make a trip, and most of the villagers went to the nearby town.
Having stayed on the edge of He Mountain for less than an hour, He Yu felt a little more relaxed in body and mind, unconsciously smiling, “The clinic is busy, but I’ll come when I have time.”
It would be good to bring her little brat here sometime. After all, it was not a bad thing.